#I’m sorry this was gonna be a short post

[writingsforfandoms-multi]

post night shift | michael robinavitch x nurse! reader

summary: robby comforts his gf after her first and last night shift

warnings: mention of patient deaths

a.n: this is the first thing i’ve written in over 4 years thank you dr robby for the inspiration

“She lost three patients today” abbot gives robby the heads up over the phone after he walks you out of the hospital.

Robby’s heart drops, he knows you take losing a patient very hard, he can’t imagine how you’ll be after losing three. He wasn’t expecting you to walk into your shared apartment pissed.

���What the fuck is night shift?!” you exclaimed as you walked in the door and took off your shoes by the entryway, setting your bag on the hook. Michael came to meet you near the entryway, “I knew I wasn’t made for night shift and this just confirmed it,” you rambled. “The staff was great and I love working with abbot but my god I’m never covering one of those shifts again, that was horr-horrible” your voice shakes as tears well up in your eyes and then the next thing you know you’re crying in robby’s arms.

You weren’t even supposed to be there. You were doing a favor for the night shift charge nurse when she called to see if you were willing to come in since they were so short staffed. You remembered abbot mentioning how much smoother night shift would run with more nurses since they were usually always short staffed anyway, so you figured you would help out by coming in.

You loved being a nurse, you truly did, but it was shifts like these that made it so hard. Yes, you helped many patients today, but it was hard not to focus on the ones who died.

Robby doesn't ask you any questions, he knows you’ll talk to him when you're ready, and he also knows that right now you just need to cry it all out, allow the grief to leave your body. It still breaks his heart listening to your sobs, but all he can do is rub your back to try to comfort you.

“I lost three patients today” you hiccuped out through your crying as you lifted your head to look up at robby.

He takes your face in his palms as his eyes soften, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I know it’s hard”

“One was just a kid, 8 years old” you cry a little harder and his thumbs lightly brush your cheeks. He brings your head back against his chest, and after a few moments your cries quiet down, and you finally look back up at him, “today was so fucking hard michael” you whisper

“I know baby, I know” he says as he leads you to the couch and you immediately crawl into his lap and take your place against him.

You paused for a moment, “did abbot call you?” you asked

He nods, “yeah, he was worried about you”

“I need to apologize to him,” you sighed, “I may or may not have snapped at him after losing my second patient” you grimaced, remembering how harsh you were with him

“You know he didn't take it personally” he says, softly rubbing your back and you just nod in response.

After a few moments of just enjoying his company you say, “I’m gonna head to bed, I need to get my sleep schedule back on track to flip back to days for the next shift” you kiss his cheek, feeling like the heavy weight of grief on your chest lessened when you cried it out. This was a rule you and robby made for yourselves when you first started dating: you would cry out all the emotions you needed to, take as much time as you needed to go through the motions of the day, and then let it go.

“Then let’s go to bed” he says, and you look at him confused, didn’t he just wake up? “I took a very short nap after my shift and woke up around 3 so I could wait up and take a nap with you when you got back” he explains, a bit sheepishly even

You let out a small smile, “you’re so cute” and give him a kiss, “how did I get so lucky?” you lean back in his lap to look at him. He can feel a soft blush taking over his face when he notices how you’re looking at him, all these months together and you still make him blush.

“I’m the lucky one, sweetheart, I can’t believe you still put up with me” he says softly, thinking of how you put up with him and all the emotional baggage he was dealing with in the beginning of your relationship, and how incredibly thankful he was that you stayed.

“Always” you said

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[psformybss]

hiii! i saw your post saying to send drew asks so i thought i would send one! feel free to not do this it's just an idea :) anyways my idea was angsty with a fluffy ending and drew and reader have been dating privately for about a year and hes been getting more distant lately, and you see a lot of paparazzi posts about him and odessa hanging out together and everyone online is shipping them because they are unaware of his gf. as drew pulls away more reader starts to really second guess their relationship and she breaks down one night when he says hes going out and then he apologizes and comforts her and then he hard launches their relationship :) dont worry if you dont want to do it!

Just Say Something

drew starkey x reader

warnings: angst, miscommunication, emotional breakdown, jealousy, secret relationship, comfort, fluff ending

an: hiii, i absolutely loved this idea! sorry it took me so long to post i had something like this written for my hidden vows series and couldn’t remember if i posted it or not (still not sure about it) but i decided to post this anyway because i loved it.

You always knew dating Drew wouldn’t be simple. Not in the everyday kind of way where you fight over what to watch on Netflix or argue about which coffee beans to buy. There was never going to be quiet normalcy. Not when his life moved under a spotlight that only seemed to get brighter.

But what you have—had—was yours. Quietly, privately, entirely yours.

Until it started to feel like maybe it wasn’t anymore.

It wasn’t one big thing. It was small things. The first time he didn’t call when he said he would. The unread messages. The short replies. The way he came home and kissed your cheek like a habit, not a choice.

You let it go. People get busy. People get tired.

But the distance didn’t fade. It grew, slow and steady, and it settled between you like fog—hard to see through, harder to name.

And then the pictures started.

You weren’t even looking for them. They just showed up. Pushed onto your feed, trending under his name. Drew and Odessa on a sidewalk in Silver Lake, coffees in hand, smiling at something only they could hear. Her hand on his arm. Him leaning in like no one else was there.

The next day, it was Melrose. Different clothes. Same closeness.

The comments were the worst part.

People shipping them like it was written in the stars. TikToks to soft indie music. Edits that made it look like they’d been together forever. Everyone falling for the idea of them. The chemistry. The “meant to be.”

Not one person asked who he might actually be with.

Not one mention of you.

And Drew? He didn’t bring it up. Didn’t joke about the headlines. Didn’t reassure you. He just walked through the door each night and acted like nothing had changed.

But it had.

It had changed, and you could feel it in the space between his hands and your waist, in the way he looked at you like he was somewhere else.

You tried to push it down. You really tried.

But the longer he stayed quiet, the louder the doubt got. It kept you up at night. It followed you through your days. And eventually, it started to sink into your bones like cold water.

The night it all broke, it was raining hard. One of those loud, relentless storms that makes the windows rattle and the air feel heavy. You were sitting on the edge of the bed in his hoodie, sleeves pulled down over your hands, staring at the floor like it might offer answers. Your phone was face-down on the nightstand. You already knew what was on it.

He walked in, already grabbing his jacket, keys clinking in his hand.

“I’m heading out,” he said without looking at you.

You blinked slowly. “Where?”

He shrugged. “Wes called. Might be some people out. I don’t know.”

You stood up before you even realized you were moving.

“Is Odessa gonna be there?”

He looked up then, finally meeting your eyes.

“I don’t know,” he said, voice tight. “Maybe.”

Your heart sank. Not because of the answer. But because he didn’t even flinch giving it.

“Do you know what it feels like,” you asked, each word quiet and sharp, “to watch the whole world think you’re with someone else while you act like I don’t even exist?”

He didn’t speak.

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, forcing the next words out before they dissolved.

“I see the pictures. Everyone does. I see how people talk about you two. I see how you let them.”

His brow furrowed. “You think I’m doing this on purpose?”

“I think you stopped choosing me a while ago,” you said, voice shaking now. “And I think I’ve been pretending not to notice because I didn’t want to lose you.”

Something in your chest cracked open, and it all came pouring out before you could stop it.

“I’m tired, Drew. I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one who remembers what we have. You don’t tell me what’s going on anymore. You come home late and kiss my forehead like a chore. You don’t look at me like you used to.”

His face softened, the edges of his frustration fading. He opened his mouth, but you kept going.

“I’ve been holding it together, trying not to seem insecure, trying not to ask for too much. But this? This is killing me.”

The tears came fast after that. No slow build. Just a sudden wave you couldn’t stop.

“I’m not some secret you keep in your back pocket,” you whispered. “I’m not a placeholder.”

He stepped forward, then hesitated, his hand hovering just above your arm. “Hey. Look at me.”

You didn’t want to. But you did.

His eyes were glassy. His voice dropped.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was making you feel like this.”

You pulled back a little. “Then what were you doing?”

He rubbed a hand over his jaw, exhaling slowly.

“I thought I was protecting us. Keeping you away from all of… this. The noise. The press. The comments. I wanted us to stay ours.”

You shook your head. “But you didn’t protect anything. You just left me out in the cold.”

He stepped closer again, slower this time, and when you didn’t move away, he reached for your face. His fingers were gentle, tentative, like he wasn’t sure you’d let him touch you anymore.

“I got scared,” he said quietly. “Scared that if I showed the world what we have, they’d ruin it. They’d pick it apart. I’ve seen it happen. But I didn’t see what it was doing to you. That’s on me.”

You closed your eyes. The storm outside felt like it had moved into your chest.

“I don’t care about their opinions. I just care about you being honest with me.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I’ve been a coward. I thought I could keep you safe by hiding us, but that just made you feel invisible. And I hate that I did that to you.”

You opened your eyes. “So now what?”

He was so close you could feel his breath against your skin. He didn’t hesitate this time. His hands framed your face, steady and warm.

“Now I show up,” he said. “Now I stop hiding.”

And then he kissed you.

Not to fix it. Not to shut you up.

It was slow and full of everything he hadn’t said until now. His fingers slid into your hair. Your hands curled into the front of his shirt. The kiss wasn’t perfect. It was messy and wet with the salt of your tears, and it hurt a little, in the way healing does.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, breathing each other in, letting the silence fill with something softer.

That night, you fell asleep in his arms. His chest was warm against your back, and his hand stayed wrapped around yours like a promise he wouldn’t let go.

You didn’t talk about what came next. You just let yourself rest.

Two mornings later, you wake up to your phone buzzing off the nightstand.

Drew’s already up, standing by the kitchen window in an old shirt, coffee mug in hand. He looks calm. Steady. Like the man you fell for.

“Morning,” he says when he sees you, soft and simple.

“Why is my phone exploding?”

He smiles, a little sheepishly.

You unlock it, scroll instinctively to Instagram, and freeze.

It’s the two of you. A blurry photo, definitely from his phone. You’re tugging him down mid-laugh, half cut off by the frame, hoodie sleeve bunched around your fist where it clutches his shirt. He’s looking at you like you hung the damn stars.

Caption:

Not my co-star. My whole world.

You’re tagged.

You sit down slowly on the couch, phone still in your hand.

“You okay?” he asks.

You look up at him. “You posted this?”

“I meant what I said. I’m done hiding.”

The notification count is ridiculous. Your DMs are a mess. You don’t even want to look at Twitter.

But you don’t care.

Because he’s looking at you the way he used to. The way he always should have. And he didn’t just say it this time. He meant it.

You set your phone down and cross the room to him. He sets his mug aside as you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his chest. His arms fold around you like they were always meant to.

“I love you,” he says, quiet against your hair.

You close your eyes.

“I love you too.”

And for the first time in a long time, it feels safe to say it.

[sturnispider]

can we get a Sabrina and Nathan where Sabrina had like a famous album she sings and wrote (midnights by Taylor swift preferably NOT FORCING U) and she opens for Madison Beer singing some songs of the album (if you don’t like the album pick any album you want) and Nate is screaming every last words to all her songs (based off the MAy 2024 vlog)

ofc!!<333 but im REALLY sorry i dont like taylor swifts music (my opinion<3) so i changed it to short n sweet by sabrina carpetner!! i hope you don’t mind💘💘

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the venue was packed — lights flashing, fans buzzing, and sabrina standing backstage with a mic in her hand and her name glowing behind her in soft pink letters. she could hear the crowd, loud and ready. it wasn’t even her headlining show — she was opening for madison beer — but somehow, they were already chanting her name.

sabrina said “okay. this is insane. i’m gonna throw up but like… in a good way.”

matt said “do not throw up. this is a borrowed jacket.”

nick said “you’re gonna kill it. like always.”

chris said “you should dedicate ‘please please please’ to nathan. make him cry.”

sabrina said “he already cries when i sing that one. he’s ridiculous.”

from somewhere in the crowd, she could already hear it — a voice yelling her name louder than anyone else. no surprise: it was nathan. he was in the front row with a VIP pass, triplets’ hoodie on, both arms in the air like this was a rock concert.

the lights dimmed. sabrina took a breath and walked out.

the crowd roared.

sabrina said (into the mic) “what’s up, boston? i’m sabrina, and this is short n sweet. let’s get into it.”

she opened with feather, and sure enough, over the music and screaming fans, one voice pierced through:

nathan said “I SLAM THE DOOR,I IGNORE—YEAH!!!”

she tried not to laugh mid-verse.

then came please please please, and she didn’t even need to sing the chorus — nathan was already belting it out, every word, eyes closed, hand on his chest like he was the one who wrote it.

nathan said “I BEG YOU DON’T EMBARRASS ME, MOTHER—”

someone next to him filmed the whole thing, muttering “bro is in love.”

backstage, the triplets were dying laughing watching the live feed.

chris said “he’s performing harder than she is.”

matt said “no he’s not. he’s just unhinged.”

nick said “he’s a stan and the boyfriend. dangerous combo.”

after her set, sabrina came off stage flushed and glowing, still catching her breath.

sabrina said “he sang every word. louder than the speakers.”

nathan (walking in immediately after) “you KILLED it. oh my god. cindy lou who? never heard of her. this was a cultural reset.”

sabrina said “you were screaming like you were fighting for your life.”

nathan said “because i was! emotionally!”

she laughed and leaned into him, still holding the mic.

sabrina said “you’re insane.”

nathan said “insane for you.”

matt said “can y’all do this somewhere else?”

chris said “yeah, we’re trying to focus on the fact that our sister just destroyed that stage.”

nick said “also someone next to nate fully cried. we have footage.”

nathan said “i cried too! she deserves it!”

they all cracked up again and sabrina shook her head, smiling.

sabrina said “next city’s gonna be even louder. y’all better be ready.”

nathan said “i already memorized the setlist. i’m ready to scream.”

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after the show, everything was still buzzing — the adrenaline, the compliments, the fact that sabrina pulled off a flawless set and had a boyfriend who basically acted like her unofficial hype man the entire time.

they were still backstage when madison walked in, glowing and relaxed, holding a cold water bottle and grinning.

madison said “sabrina. you snapped. the crowd was obsessed with you.”

sabrina said “thank you! that means a lot, i was freaking out.”

madison said “you looked like a pro. and your boyfriend? icon behavior. i heard him over my in-ears.”

nathan said “it’s called support.”

matt said “it’s called being feral.”

madison said “do you guys have plans tonight? i’m thinking post-show aquarium run. private after-hours thing. it’s kinda my weird tradition.”

sabrina said “say less.”

—

thirty minutes later, the group was walking into the dark, neon-glowing halls of the new aquarium. it was completely empty — just them and the staff.

chris said “why is this actually the coolest thing ever?”

nick said “i feel like i’m on a school field trip but famous.”

matt said “i’m about to bond with a stingray. give me a second.”

sabrina walked beside madison, still riding the high of the show, and said quietly,

sabrina said “thank you for letting me open. like genuinely. tonight didn’t even feel real.”

madison said “girl, you’re the real deal. that album’s gonna go platinum.”

behind them, nathan was pressed up against a giant tank like a kid, pointing at a shark with wide eyes.

nathan said “babe, look! he’s literally judging me. same energy as you when i eat the last fry.”

sabrina said “he’s smarter than you.”

nathan said “he’s not dating you though, so who’s really winning?”

chris said “the shark. always the shark.”

they stopped at a jellyfish tank glowing soft blue. sabrina stood in front of it, totally still, and nathan came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

nathan said “you’re the only person i’d go look at fish for.”

sabrina said “i just sang to thousands of people and this is what makes you romantic?”

nathan said “it’s the jellyfish. they humble me.”

meanwhile, madison and the triplets were laughing at matt trying to “communicate” with a sea turtle through the glass.

matt said “if he blinks again, it means we’re spiritually connected.”

nick said “bro’s one ‘namaste’ away from losing it.”

as the night wrapped up, they all took a group photo in front of the shark tank — everyone holding up peace signs, sabrina in the middle, nathan dramatically pointing at her like she just won a grammy.

madison said “same time next city?”

sabrina said “only if we can go to a planetarium next time.”

nathan said “as long as there’s wifi, i’ll scream your lyrics anywhere.”

long ahh😭😭

@sturnispider

[camerainbow]

Saw this on Twitter (I don’t post fandom stuff on there so my apologies to OP for screenshotting and posting it here, I will take it down if they see and disapprove)

Here’s my two cents (or more lol sorry this is kind of long) on the finale time management for storylines

Hope this alleviates anyone’s stress about the episode’s ability to include what we want

1. As most of us agree, any Bobby resurrection will likely be short at the end of the episode and serve as a cliffhanger

2. We’ve been given no indication recently of how far along Maddie is and I believe if they were setting up a birth in the finale we would already have some indication of pregnancy timeline (more than just the size of the bump). I think that will open or be very early S9. Especially since this finale is emergency focused, with Maddie being at the call center and Chimney on a call.

3. Ravi as main couldn’t be announced without spoiling Bobby’s retirement (if he is resurrected), if Bobby came back to work that would mean no new captain and no open slot for Eddie to exist with Ravi. We are all assuming they (Eddie and Ravi) will be on the same team in s9 since Eddie coming back doesn’t mean Ravi would be kicked out of his job (Captain job continuing down the 118 internal hire storyline). I am hoping we get a pre-season 9 cast poster with Ravi on it but I wonder how that would work if there is a Bobby cliffhanger in the finale… like would he be featured as well(?). Ravi having no individual storyline last episode leads me to believing nothing substantial will happen for him in the finale, thus no way to convey to the audience that he will be a main.

4. I believe Tim said that the new captain will not be shown by the end of S8 (by extension I assume no decision as well for the sake of time management, since their main candidate who got an offer just turned it down), however I think we will get teased again about Hen possibly being Captain (and potentially Chimney too - he has the arc with Athena hopefully wrapping up this episode and him being considered for Captain could work with it), I think that gives people something to tune in for with S9 for hens storyline as well as a mystery of who will be Captain. (I do hope she and Karen adopt Mara in the finale)

5. I’m gonna sound like a broken record but: Eddie will save Buck (and Ravi?), and likely Eddie will say something that will be considered (or connect with) a big gesture that will leave Buddie fans confident but hooked for S9 (not necessarily during the emergency). Aka. Eddie basically confirmed feelings for Buck but not understood by Buck. I think that’s a reasonable expectation for Buddie and writing for the General Audience.

6. Seeing as they spent all that time in Lab Rats (their last big emergency) on the non-lab part with Buck and Athena, I believe they will open with current 118 group getting to the scene and then continue with them on the scene, then part way when it gets worse Eddie finds out and comes in, the 118 have some big moments (Chimney and Athena, Buddie), then a resolution for the emergency, and maybe three/four scenes post emergency (Henren, Buddie, Madney?, Welcome home cake scene from leaks ~at Athena’s house maybe?~), Bobby resurrection tease after all this

[zu-is-here]

Hey!! I love your dark cream comics so much (I’m insane for cream and your story) Sorry if this is a bit long and confusing and random, but this has been in my brain for a while.

So what was Cross’s reasoning for wanting Dream to be the one to have their child, knowing Dream is still physically weak and not ready for this? Was Cross aware that Dream was still weakened, and wanted Dream to be the carrier anyway? Or did Dream convince Cross that he was ok, making Cross unaware of his condition? I also saw that Nightmare was quite concerned that Dream was planning to have a child, knowing his brother is still damaged from the curse. Did Cross and Dream ever have a conversation laying out the risks of Dream carrying a child? I don’t think Cross would knowingly put Dream in danger. I wonder what made Cross want to take that risk with Dream (or not knowingly?)/what conversations they might have had about this topic.

ahh sorry for the wall of text, hehe

I hope you have a great day :3

Hii!╰(*´︶`*)╯I'm really flattered to hear it, thank you so much for your interest and questions! <3 Gonna explain in order and detail to make it all clear, but the short answers to your ask will be purple (•̀ᴗ•́)و��

CREAM COMIC

Cross originally desired to have a family again after losing his home and everyone from XTale, and he was determined to make it happen with Dream.

We can see him acting as the leader in their couple, who takes first steps — and takes responsibility for both (which is healthy but contradicts Dream's views of being equal partners). Cross didn't see himself as a follower.

DARK CREAM

Dream's corruption dramatically changes their hierarchy within the pair, makes Dream the bad leader and shows Cross that his partner can be more than just a follower (albeit in a rather crude manner).

Sure, this was not the best scenario in Dream's condition, so Cross again takes the initiative and leads (even by risking) in order to save Dream.

POST DARK CREAM

Cross' success only strengthens his role, while Dream's weak condition makes him more vulnerable, so Cross leads as a caregiver by helping him heal and recover, teaching him new things, etc.

This doesn't openly contradict Dream's views: it is no longer in his principles to fight for power, so he does accept his weak position and Cross' care. That's why there was no talk or conflict at first.

Thought they don't come to the decision to have a child right away: first, they wander in search of a safe place to settle down, then there's a process of Dream's recovery, and only then, when both of them seem to be ready to go on, does Cross carefully talk about a baby. He didn't have a "reason" for Dream to carry his child, he just didn't see himself in this role.

Dream and Nightmare were the only ones to understand that pregnancy could worsen Dream's health due to a weakened soul.

Cross was unaware of the residual risks: Dream didn't tell him anything because he wanted to make Cross' dream come true and make him happy in gratitude for everything he had done for Dream.

If Dream were the one carrying a child, there would be risks if not more than just risks, but fortunately (and unfortunately for Cross), nature is smart and chose a more suitable soul.

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I may not be drawing rn, but I wanted to add some things for my Strayed! AU:

Since Sun in my AU is a femboy, I still wanna add even though he enjoys dressing more femininely at times, he’s still a guy So he doesn’t want to be a girl, he just likes occasionally dressing ‘like a girl’ :3

ALSO

ALSO ALSO ALSO

I was just gonna leave it at the previous thing about Sun but then I remembered this thing I decided while I was gone and I really really wanna share that and I cannot believe I almost forgot it so let me just actually get to the point and stop quick-rambling:

In the Strayed!AU, I kinda wanted to go Stitchwraith route with Dazzle (or like. Whatever that other canon FNAF animatronic is with the multiple kid souls in one body)

So… Dazzle isn’t only Evelyn… but all of the kids :T

Huey, Howie, Jamie, James, and Jackie. All 6 of em

And they didn’t realize this until after Moon did his scan & made Dazzle (specifically Evelyn) a body, so they still had to put all of them into that one body as Moon had to then make 5 more bodies.

…so that does lead to Strayed!AU Sun trying to be a Father of 6-

But yeah I still haven’t designed them all yet, since I don’t know much about those other kids yet, except for the occasional info from the Eclipse and Puppet show…

But here’s kinda what I got so far (for when they get separate bodies btw):

Evelyn’s body is still tiny deer

Howie’s a fox (because he was close to Foxy in EAPS I’m pretty sure)

and I’m still stumped on the rest of the kids, because I’ve been trying to use the LAES July 16th Video (around the 12 min mark), the SAMS July 16th Vid w/ Dazzle (around 7:12?) and some videos on EAPS to figure out each kid that was close with an animatronic, but I keep getting confused

Cus I think James might’ve been close with Monty, and I think Jamie was close with Lefty? But I wanted to make them similar animals cus they’re twins (according to SAMS Sun) and idk if an alligator is close enough to a bear and then also I can’t find stuff about Huey and Jackie on EAPS, and also Sun never mentions Jackie on SAMS if I heard him correctly? He mentions Jackie’s name on LAES when he lists the names, but on SAMS I heard him say ‘Kid’ and use ‘he’, so if Jackie was called Kid and was a boy then okay, but other than that I couldn’t find any Jackie info, and then I also just couldn’t find stuff about Huey either? And then I think Howie was the one close with Foxy so I made him a fox, which I feel like fits him being quiet, and Evelyn’s obviously a deer.

But yeah I had that idea, but now I’ve just put myself in confusion…

[happyheidi]

If you're comfortable, could you give more details on how you lost weight? Im around the same weight and would love any tips you or any followers have.

Absolutely! Glad you asked because I have a lot to say on the matter. I’ve been very thin my whole life (I was 5’ 9 when I was like 10) but when I entered my twenties a lot of traumatic things happened in my life that I won’t go into but I am 100% sure they were a reason to the quick weight gain. Looking back on it I am sure that I as a result was very destructive with my drinking and eating. And I have Depersonalization disorder (DPD) so I didn’t “see” me go from like 60 kilos to 130. The day I had to stop to catch my breath after a short hill was the day it truly clicked for me that something’s wrong, so I weighed myself and it said 136 kilos (around 300 pounds). That day I said OK, this has to change on a radical scale! So I got real militant with changing what I eat. I dropped bread entirely. So I started eating ‘knekkebrød (google translate says it’s ‘crispbread’ lol idk) w/o butter, and I stopped drinking, started eating healthy and wrote everything down using a calorie counter.

Diets are not the way to go. You just gain weight when you get of it. You have to start eating in a way u feel you can continue eating in the long run!

I didn’t goto the gym a single day during this (I don’t recommend that tho cus I wish I did it. I think it would’ve helped with excess skin. I’ve started working out now tho and I love it. It’s for strength and better mental health not really weight loss.

But yeah. Nutrition is where it’s at. And why are people so anti cheese? lol. I’m a major cheese girl so I asked a nutritionist about it and she said it’s no problem. It has calcium and protein after all. I know it’s best to eat small portions throughout the day. It’s a myth that eating many times during the day is somehow bad, it’s the very opposite as it helps boost your metabolism, which in turn helps you loose weight, so if it you eat smaller portions 5-7 times a day, that’s apparently the best (adjust it to your life tho). That’s what I did

You have to burn more calories than you gain. That’s the whole about weight loss!

The interesting thing, to me at least, is that I was at my healthiest when I was deemed ‘sickly obese’. The reason I know that is because I had a problem with my body (won’t do into detail but it had nothing to do with weight, and so I had bloodwork etc etc done for months and they came back as healthy as all hell .

That has always been really interesting to me. That when I was deemed “sickly obese” my body was the healthiest it’s ever been. Oh well.. just wanted to share that.

​try not to get too fixated on the weight tho. it’s how you feel that’s actually important!

Let me know if there’s anything else ur wondering about ;) hope this helped a little 😌❤️

[ricky-mortis]

“And Hades and Persephone

They took each other’s hands

And brother, you know what they did?

They danced”

I am once again positively ill about Spytown /pos

Lovely au by @dxppercxdxver

Curt’s suit inspired by the talented @szollibisz

[yuttikkele]

oh my gosh zuko and aang have mirroring scars too. they’re gonna make me feel things guys

the BACK SCAR and CHEST SCAR from azula??? and aang’s scar on his foot and zuko’s on his face??

did the creators give up ANY chance to have them mirror each other?! goodness…

[xmagicalpotatox]

genuinely unable to choose which one I’m gonna be SICK!! /silly

Noir @desultory-novice

Rope MF @mint-termsandconditions

The Poll

@kirbyoctournament

Timelapse Under Read More (FLASHING LIGHTS!)

(Song: Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai)

… (if it plays)

[snzluv3r]

hi! Can I request more talkie wavs? Even if it’s hard to achieve, love hearing you attempt to talk through!

thank you for the request, i tried so hard to talk through this fit but as i said at the end, it was so hard to get a word out between the tickle itself and the sneezes it was producing.

it was so hard to hold back against that classic desperate, allergic itch i’ve gotten used to—and stifling the sneezes that i couldn’t keep in just drove the tickle further up my nose—but this fit came at a late enough hour that everyone was sleeping and i didn’t want to risk being too loud and waking anybody up (or worse, getting caught recording myself sneezing and talking about how bad my allergies are…)

i’m not usually allergic to dogs and when i am it’s mild, but holding back, especially when it comes to my allergies, makes my nose 10x more dramatic than usual

[tisorridalamor]

I 100% agree with the prev OP but unfortunately I think they’re missing why HP is still popular in 2025. I think it has less to do with an inherent interest in wizard school (or a desire to “fix” the stories) and more that it’s a MASSIVE prebuilt fandom that has persisted since the early days of the internet that is easy to exist in. Endless fan content and an endless audience to consume any content you put out there.

Divorcing yourself from that means those people still involved in the fandom (IN 2025!!!!) means having to start from scratch and I don’t think they’re willing to do that. It means having to find a new interest that you click with (which won’t have a FRACTION the amount of fanworks or community HP still has) or having to try and build a completely new audience from nothing. I think we all know how impossible it can be for any type of artist doing original content to find interest when it’s not attached to a fandom.

Idk I have no solution but I have a morbid curiosity in the HP fandom phenomenon as someone who read the books as a kid but was never in the fan culture the way most of my IRL queer friends were (every day I’m thankful I was obsessed with JRPGs and click with those fan communities way more than I do with book based communities). I have trans friends and their partners who, while they don’t consume any of the new stuff / play the games / give any money to it anymore, still bring it up from time to time and I’m always like WHY… why does it have this hold over you after all this time. I genuinely don’t understand it but I believe it’s less the stories themselves and more the queer community the old fandom had and people grew up in.

Some of these folks unable to leave are likely a lost cause but all we can do is commit ourselves to seeking out independent art, supporting those who create original things divorced from any fandom context, indulging in a wide array of interests, and creating thriving communities even if they’re smaller in scale. It’s harder but you have to do the work. Trapping yourself in a single fandom or online community like I believe a lot of these people have means loosing everything when it comes time to leave it. I find it sad that there are still folks who can’t escape.

[ignatius-pennyfeather-ix]

since ofmd season is coming up here’s a little edit that i’ve never posted on here :)

[tomatoluvr69]

I love the portion of a sleepless night where you’ve totally given up, and start looking at your phone for some relief of the frustration and boredom, but it’s a double edged sword, bc it’s like damn my entire brain and eyes feel like gravel right now, why am I reading Lucy Sante’s obituary of Paul Auster lmfao

[coffee-at-annies]

Please look at my average sized short king (he’s 5’9) jump into the arms of 6’4, certified big boi™️, Rowdy Tellez. Look at him being all smiles and high fives for winning us the game. 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

[supnerds]

Yu Ijin: I've only had my sister for a day and a half but if anything happened to her I will destroy everyone in this school and then myself. Fantastic in just the first few chapters, thanks for the recommendation!

oh it’s so good!!! I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!

I need to reread that one again, I binged the whole thing over a few days ago month or so ago and I wanna see ijin and his sister again I love them